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It was like stepping into a quiet sanctuary after pushing one's way through the crowded masses of the ports at Beaumonde. So many thoughts, so many whispering voices all at once... They were muted now, ever-present but far away as she waited in the darkness. Now that she'd made it in time, there was no need to exhaust anything more. Energy was best saved for the wars to come. There would be no falling asleep in the trenches.
River's feet fell, as always, gracefully and silently on the floor as she danced her way into the middle of the room. Light and airy, and yet every step, every movement had purpose. It was slipping... But it wasn't gone just yet.
And in the darkness, she waited, back to the entrance.